Standard:Epilogue

Every now and then, I think about Granny.

Every now and then, I plant a new crop in the garden. 

Every now and then, I reread Granny`s note.

Sometimes I wonder if Granny is happy where she is. I wonder if she`s proud of me. Right now, 40 years later, I am 70 years old. The garden is my prized possession. When I feel like being with Granny I sit in the middle of the garden and close my eyes. I loose track of time. Sometimes I`m there for hours, sometimes for seconds. It depends. Granny tells me when to go and when to leave.

I could not be here, right now, without this garden.